Stories in Poets that youβll love, handpicked by our team.
Sometimes the aroma of your gardenia perfume finds me in a crowd, curling in my nose and clogging my brain with unwanted memories.
By Poppy about a year ago in Poets
Covered in dirt laying down in the trenches. Mice and roaches crawling away by mere inches. Finally able to move while surrounded by the crud.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Watch and pray I have no more to say Tired of history repeating itself You don't get tired of seeing people hurt As a nation we are crying
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
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By πππ2 months ago in Poets
Insistent prayers morph into poem when stress strikes eyes that glimpse relief in rainbow-contoured light. In silence, I abandon shallow for subterranean inhales of aromatic haven.
By The Dani Writerabout a year ago in Poets
Drip drop, pitter-patter, sounds echo memories frozen, former, latterβ I feel the storm calm on my skin, heaven's precipitation soaks me, denim sticks and takes root, and I win.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
I ask, βWhat am I?β You say, βthe image of Me with your own essence.β +++ I ask, βWho am I?β You say, β the one that Iβve loved
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
"This is an end," she cried stumbling down the steps of the burning monument screams of shock echoing through the waves
By Amanda Starksabout a year ago in Poets
today, the maintenance man took the bird you left for me outside my window. i kept it right where you left it in case you decided to return,
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
As fog dissipates, she lies in the field inhaling scented flowers, watching a formation of Geese above the trees and wondering if spirits, too, trill about in echelons.
By Pamela Williamsabout a year ago in Poets
I am scalded. The water burns away the nightmares, And coriolis pulls them, whistling, through the drain I am soothed. The steam reeks of shampoo and used towels
By Daniel J. Heckabout a year ago in Poets
Evening begins with melodious music and ears hear the beat of romance. While the psychedelic painting arouses the eyes, the sight stimulates the visual brain.
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Poets
